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what is there to look at
a green and orange
bush as I walk by
if not that
I slow down
my steps a little to
perceive a small moving
a hovering when I focus
on the orange flowers
the impermanence of color
I notice a bee working on
one all around and within
almost each flower has
a bee loving on them
acrobatic poses and kissing
caresses and taking away
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annamosca 
Anna, I believe you are into that buddhist ting?
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LOL what “ting”?
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the ting that goes dong when you see the light, when you get the meaning of the sound of one hand which is exactly what you have written about; that magic which exists in the little tings in life
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🙂 sweet, I guess so… not sure it’s just a buddhist ting
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Small delights.
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Indeed, thank you Simon.
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Slowing down to notice is always a good thing. I am learning this more and more.
Wonderful post Anna.
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Glad you like it Lance. Thank you. I’ve been on the learning process myself as well, for quite a long time now… 🙂
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These poems are very haiku-like … please feel free to visit my daily haiku-meme and maybe share your poems with our haiku-family.
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I will, thank you…
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You’re welcome …
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oooh, i love this. a very bee-autiful way to honor those little creatures who help create this world. love this. as i mentioned. 🙂
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Thank you Beth, I love you loving it twice… as the beezzz do, always seem to go back more than once to what delights them 🙂
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Without the little things, like the bees loving the flowers, we wouldn’t be here at all. ❤
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So true!
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I like your California poems very much. FYI I found you through Sorina M – now I’ll look around more!
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Thank you for looking around some more and for your nice feedback on California Notebooks. Did Sorina reblogged something of mine? Welcome here.
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Nice One. 🙂
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Thank you!
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